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[bisouled]

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[bisouled]

It's obvious that you really cared about her. Before, and even now.

[ a small smile. ]

I'll be honest: there were times I thought you were just a money-grubbing merc. But that's not the whole picture - not at all. You're just working your hardest to make up for all the sacrifices you made.

[soulus]

[When he thinks of his mother, a chasm opens deep in his heart. His anger sparks again, but it's nothing to the grief and love that pour out like an all-consuming flood.]

. . . I wasn't the one who made sacrifices.

[bisouled]

[ it's intense enough to surprise her - who would have thought that he was hiding such strong emotions under that grouchy expression? She's glad she gets to see them, though. It makes him more human. He'll be able to tell that she's endeared - not in a patronizing way, but in the same honest way Fiora is about most things. ]

I don't know about that. To me, it sounds like you've given up a lot.

[ it sounds like he's made his entire life revolve around paying off these debts and getting revenge all for her. That's a sacrifice. It's one she's made, and one she's seen her friends make, too. After a moment, she pulls herself to her feet with perhaps a bit more effort than a girl her age should need, but she makes no note of it, facing him properly. ]

... Right now, though, you don't have to worry about that. Want to try and find some mermaids?

[soulus]

[The flood ebbs, leaving behind melancholy. In his mind, all he did was bear witness to his mother's being made one such sacrifice by his father's choices—the same choices that have left him bitter for so many years. He still has his youth, health, and even a future; what has he given up?

The question rings inwardly as he watches her rise. Yes, he thinks, he definitely still has his health.]

There's no point in looking for something that might not be there.

[bisouled]

That's the silliest thing I've ever heard. If everyone thought like that, we'd never figure anything out.

[ she crosses her arms. there's plenty on her mind, roiling in the background distantly, but for now, she's focusing on being upbeat and kind. ]

It'll be fun!

[soulus]

[Fun is not productive.]

What did you see in the water earlier?

[bisouled]

Secret.

[ mischievously. ]

I'll tell you if you jump in.

[soulus]

Why do I have to do that?

[bisouled]

Because I said so, clearly. When's the last time you went swimming?

[soulus]

I don't remember . . . It's not important.

[bisouled]

Must have been a long time, then. You should give it a try. The water here's really warm - it's relaxing. I think you deserve a little break.

[ she crosses her arms. ]

If it wasn't for that electric shock bit, I'd push you in myself, so consider yourself lucky I'm being polite.

[soulus]

I will take a break once the competition is over.

[bisouled]

Yeah, right. How gullible do you think I am?

[ he's just going to go back to his MurderQuest and she knows it... ]

[soulus]

. . . Once I kill him . . . I will have time.

[bisouled]

[ hmm. that gives her pause for a moment. idly, she scuffs a heel against the planks. ]

If you don't enjoy yourself while you can, you might never get the chance. Life has a funny way of ruining your plans. [ though her tone is still light, there's a strange gravity to her words, only made more obvious by the brittle sense of regret he'll feel from her. ] ... Especially in a place like this, right?

[soulus]

[She can say it. In fact, he will say it for her as he files the regret away.]

That's true. Either of us may die in the coming weeks.

[bisouled]

Exactly. And while you're here, you can't exactly work on reaching your goal.

[ a nod. ]

There's things I have to do, too, you know. Things that can't wait at all. But right now, all we can do is wait. So... I say we make the most of it.

[soulus]

. . . Is swimming fun for you?

[bisouled]

Sure! You saw my hometown - we're right on top of a big lake.

[ swimming is a regular thing, especially to get out to some of the islands or do repairs. ]

Oh. Have you not done it before, maybe?

[soulus]

I know how to swim . . . but I've never thought of it as entertainment.

[bisouled]

[ good, because it would be really hard for her to teach him without electrocuting him. ]

Really? It's not any different from running around or climbing things, really. I bet even you did that stuff when you were a kid.

[ 700 years ago or whenever ]

[soulus]

When I was a child . . .

[Things had felt much different back then. In his early years, everything had felt perfect in spite of all the hardship.]

. . . That was a long time ago.

[bisouled]

Must have been! Your profile said you're something like 800 years old?

[ grandpa. ]

I've been meaning to ask you about that, actually. I'm guessing you're not Homs? [ a beat. ] Um, human.

[soulus]

[He's older than that.]

No. I am a Haros.

[bisouled]

[ she's just going off her memory! ]

A Haros?

[ tilting her head curiously! tell her more. ]